A Prayer For His Soul

She cried softly in pain as quick death took her man Then they buried him deeply in crystalline sand She had loved him because of just who he became And she prayed for his soul as he was not to blame She had loved him since childhood she knew - long ago - Before war came to be in their lives high and low Before death raised its head and took youngsters away From a life filled with love turned to hate so they say He was shot in the head on a warm Summer night In a jungle afar - was it wrong - was it right There's a son, there's a wife, there's a grave on the knoll There's a thought of a man and a prayer for his soul 1/5/2018 For contest Anapestic Tetrameter for Craig Cornish